From Eternamente -- Heya, new story from me! I need a break from my other stories; they were becoming a bit stressful to write. However, this story just came to me the other night... a friend and I were talking about raving and a bunch of other things, and it planted plot bunnies in my head. And so, Enigma was born. Here we have Sora, the object of Riku's desire, but all is not what it seems. What secrets does the boy harbor? I'll let you read and enjoy. Megathanks goes out to Katraa, who let me bounce ideas off of her and help get myself back into the writing groove. I also want to thank Punkie-Spunk for giving me a bit of inspiration concerning Sora's style for this story. I love how the two of them write Sora; I highly recommend you try their stories out! It's been a while since I've began a solid story, and I hope you'll all enjoy this.

Disclaimer -- Sora, Riku, and et cetera are all property of Disney/Square (much to my chagrin). Sion is property of Square (they can keep him... I just borrowed the name hehe).

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Chapter One -- Enigma

"I can't believe my son is one of those… those… faggots!" an angry voice boomed, obviously belonging to the father of said boy.

"Honey, calm down, it's alright," a female voice, one could assume this is the mother, tried to reason with the man. "He's still our son…" but alas, she was quickly cut off by the father's tirade.

"He dresses like a hooker! For all we know he's got AIDS! How many guys have you slept with today, you whore?!" the father carried on as the son flinched under his gaze. His spiky cinnamon hair fell down deep over his eyes, and mascara streaked his tear-riddled face. Suddenly the boy's ears burned in embarrassment. Why of all days did he decide to come down dressed like this? He was normally so careful about how he dressed around his father. He had a date that night, and he only wanted to dress for it…

"Daddy, I'm sorry, I…" the boy tried to defend himself, but the man would have none of this. The boy shielded himself with his seemingly frail arms, hoping to block at least some of the blows he expected. The kids at school beat him up enough, calling him fag, homo, flamer, and such… why should now be any different?

The boy was surprised to hear a surprisingly calm "get out" emit from his father's lips.

"What?" The boy couldn't quite comprehend the situation now.

"I want you to leave. I never want to see you again," the man continued. "You have two hours to pack up and get the hell out of my life, or I'll throw you out myself."

"Are you crazy?" the mother sounded incredibly distressed. Her own husband was throwing her son out? Because of his sexual preference? "You can't be serious," she said as she quickly rushed over to coddle the boy, but the father simply glared.

"I'm leaving for two hours. If he's not gone by then, I'll get rid of him… her… IT myself," the father stated before storming out.

"Mom…" the boy whimpered and tried to wipe away the tears, but they wouldn't stop falling. "Mom, I…"

"Just go, sweetie. I'll call your aunt, and let her know you're going to stay with her until college," his mother said as she rocked him back and forth. "I'm so sorry… I'll try and fix this."

"I'm sorry I like boys," the boy sniffled into his mother's arms as she continued to coo and soothe the boy.

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A few years later the same boy, now a young adult, looked up at Club Enigma. He was clad in the height of raver fashion, and was damned proud of it. Tonight would begin his new life; he could be just another club kid and be happy dancing away. Grinning like a fool, he made his entrance into the club and his debut to the non-judgmental crowds that gathered there.

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It was Friday night, and Club Enigma was packed with ravers and clubbers swaying in time to the nearly deafening house beats in the club. Far beyond the throng of dancers stood the master of ceremonies. His luxurious silver hair glinted in the dim lights of the club; several back lights were set up to give him an almost holy silhouette to those enjoying themselves on the dance floor. The dancers were his puppets, and Riku Aikou was the right puppet master for the occasion.

"Here's another one for you all. Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy watching you all," Riku's silky voice spoke into his headset as his voice carried over the crowd. A mix of elated cheers and howls were voiced back at him, and he grinned a devious grin as he placed another track into the mix before stepping back to take a short breather. His breather, however, was short-lived once he heard a familiar voice in his headset.

"Hey, Riku, you got an eye on the crowd?" the smooth voice chimed into Riku's ear.

"Yeah," the DJ replied. "He's here."

"Awesome. You gonna talk to him tonight?" the voice continued.

"I dunno, Axel," Riku blushed as he trained his eyes on a certain spiky-haired brunet. The object of the stare was a short boy, and obviously a fan favourite. Clad in a short-sleeved black fishnet shirt, a pair of pink and black checkered wristbands, impossibly baggy black and pink punk pants, and platform sneakers, his movements were entrancing on the dance floor. His hair was immaculate as it defied every law of gravity, and the DJ could tell the boy had an affinity for eyeliner. He also had an abundance of glow-sticks and the sort scattered about his outfit, turning him into a walking rainbow of neon lights. A crowd had gathered around the unknown dancer, and the boy obviously relished the attention. Every now and again, Riku swore the boy looked over at him hungrily, but the DJ figured that was just his desire messing with his head.

"If you only ever keep staring, you'll never get to go out with him. You've been doing this for the past three months or so," Axel said with mild irritation. "Anyway, why don't you take five and try talking to him?"

"I can't," Riku replied. "He's…" The DJ swallowed a surprising fact; he was afraid to talk to him because the dancer was too beautiful.

"If you won't talk to him, I'll talk to him for you," Axel smirked as he switched a dial on his own control panel far behind Riku in his own officer. Being the owner of the Enigma certainly had it's benefits, as Axel could easily override Riku's command on the crowd.

Riku could have died once he heard Axel's voice call out over the loudspeakers as the music softened for the announcement. "Good evening, ladies and gentleman, and thank you for coming to Enigma, Twilight Town's hottest dance club. Tonight we have a special surprise for one of our regulars." Riku could literally hear the smirk in the owner's voice. "There is a dancer out in the middle of the floor right now. I think you all know him, he certainly has enough of a crowd!" Riku's eyes widened as the dancer in question put a hand on his hips in curiosity; several people around him were pointing at the boy and nodding. "Would the dancer with the gravity-defying spiky brown hair please come to the DJ's booth? Our DJ, Riku, has something he'd like to say to you." And with that embarrassing announcement the music came back alive and the boy in question shrugged and began to make his way towards Riku.

"Have fun," Axel said into Riku's ear as he chuckled and turned off his connection, leaving Riku in a very awkward position.

"I'm gonna kill him," the DJ seethed just before the dancer arrived.

"Hi, you're Riku, right?" Riku looked up to see the object of his affection not a foot away from him. From this close Riku could make out every curve of the lithe boy's body, and the fishnet shirt did nothing but further coax his stares. The boy shifted uncomfortably underneath the DJ's stare for a moment before speaking up again. "Uh, well, nice to meet you? I kinda… don't want to leave people hanging out there," he chuckled nervously before taking a cautious step backwards.

"Wait!" Riku said a little too abruptly, startling the raver. "I mean, I uh… you're an amazing dancer," he said all-too professionally. "Thank you for coming and entertaining the crowd."

The boy giggled and smiled. "Thanks, you're a really good DJ. I really like how you can make me move." he inquired as he tilted his head to the side curiously, his hair managing to maintain it's placement as he did so.

"You have no idea," Riku chuckled under his breath. "What's your name?" he then piped up with.

"S…" the boy hesitated for a moment, but continued. "Sion. My name is Sion," he offered with a cute smile. "I gotta go, was that all you wanted to say to me?" Riku thought his mind was playing tricks with him, but he swore he heard a tinge of hope in the other's voice.

Riku gulped nervously. "Yeah, I guess so," he said halfheartedly as the boy turned on his heel and practically flew back to his previous spot. From Riku's vantage point he watched as the boy named Sion struck a pose amidst all of the dancers and began to move back into the beat with a flurry of movements. It wasn't long before the crowed gathered around him once again to cheer him on.

"So his name is Sion. You didn't even get his number?" Axel said, his voice suddenly lifelike in Riku's ear.

"No," the DJ said glumly.

"Hey, don't let it get you down," Axel said as he placed a hand on the other's shoulder, causing Riku to nearly fly out of his chair in surprise. "Hey, easy?! What?"

"I didn't know you were right there!" Riku hissed as he calmed himself down.

"Well, why don't I do you another favour?" Axel offered with a mischievous smirk plastered upon his delicate face. His fiery red hair framed his lanky features perfectly.

"What now."

"I'll go talk to him," the red-head simply replied as he strode off onto the dance floor, leaving Riku positively flustered, wanting to stop him, but forced to put on another track. Silence is bad…

Moments later Axel was standing just in front of Sion. He paused for a few moments to watch the captivating scene before him; Riku certainly knew how to pick his objects of lust out of a crowd. Axel couldn't help but note how amazing this kid looked; his clothes were incredible, his dance movements were envious, and his style was completely wild. He was a perfect compliment to his DJ friend. There was something familiar about the kid that he just couldn't place, but he pushed those thoughts away. For now, he was on a mission.

"So, you must be Sion?" Axel found himself suddenly saying, despite not wanting to disturb the entrancing scene before him.

Sion's dancing came to a halt as he offered Axel a smile. "And what's it to you?"

"My name is Axel Kasai. I own the Enigma," the towering male stated as Sion bowed an apology. "You've got some incredible moves, you know? I'd like to offer you a job here."

"Really?" Sion's face lit up in a delighted smile. "I didn't know you could do that."

"I think I can. I kind of own the place," Axel smirked. "You light the crowd on fire every time you're here… so, why not? The pay'd be good, and most importantly my friend would like to get to know you better."

Sion raised an eyebrow. "You mean the DJ? Riku, his name is?" A flash of realization chimed in Sion's head. "Wait, you're the guy who called me up to the stage a bit ago?"

"Yeah, that was me," Axel chuckled. "And yeah, him. He's been admiring your… dance movements," he continued with a smirk. "He's just a bit shy when it comes to such incredible talent."

"Well, sure, I guess I could," Sion giggled somewhat nervously. "It'd be cool to get paid to dance, I guess."

"Perfect then, it's settled," Axel smiled as he placed his hands on the youth's shoulders. He was surprised the boy didn't tense under his grip, as if he were used to being handled like this. "Drop by tomorrow around 4pm and we'll go over what you should do exactly. It's just basically what you've been doing, only more… sponsored, so to speak."

"Okay," the brunet replied as he leaned in slightly to Axel's touch. "Anything I should wear?"

"Wear whatever you want," the fiery male replied before releasing the boy and wandering off.

Sion watched as the owner left his presence before heading off in the opposite direction. He quickly found a quiet corner of the club to duck into before producing a cell phone. After dialing a quick number he impatiently placed the phone to his ear.

"Yeah?" a gruff voice came through on the other end.

"Hey, yeah, it's Sora," 'Sion' spoke into the phone. "Plans have kinda changed now… they're hiring me to work here. I'll inform you guys about it more later."

"You better not be screwing around there, Sora," the voice hissed. "You have a job to do, don't forget that."

"I know, I know," Sora replied. "I have to find this kid. Don't worry, I think working here will give me more information than just dancing here."

"You damned well better be right about this," came the response before the call was suddenly disconnected. The other end had obviously hung up quite sharply.

Sora sighed. "Why do they have me do this sort of thing all the time," he muttered as he plastered a sexy smirk on his face and made his way back onto the dance floor to continue to entertain and be entertained.

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"It's taken care of," Axel continued to smirk as he approached the DJ's booth. Axel hadn't been able to stop smirking in the past half hour; being able to set Riku up with a sexy little raver was too delicious of a thought to ignore. Riku and Axel were old friends, and Axel was always there for the younger male. He only wanted his happiness; if roping in a club kid to be his best friend's new boy toy was what it took for Riku's happiness, he'd do it and do it well. Plus the kid was good for business. Axel isn't stupid. Ever since he started coming to the club, the raver had people coming in just to watch him dance. He was an unknown celebrity.

Riku glanced up from his turntables to offer Axel a questioning look before placing another disc down. "Oh? How so?"

"I hired him."

"You WHAT?!" Riku's eyes widened in shock.

"You heard me, I hired him," the club owner said with that continued smirk as he crossed his arms defensively. "I figured it'd give you more of a chance to get to know him. You two will be here before the crowd rolls in, so you'll get to actually talk… and hear each other."

"Are you making fun of my music choices?"

"No, it's just a bit hard to carry a conversation with someone when you're trying to entertain a crowd," Axel laughed. "Anyway, you two are partners now. You'll play the music for him, and he'll dance for you."

"Wow," Riku smiled as he pulled Axel in to a hug. "Thanks, man. How can I repay you?"

"Heh, nothing's for free," Axel replied. "I need a favour from you."

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The next day Riku was busying himself at the DJ's booth. He found himself rather nervous; tonight would be the first night he'd be working with Sion, and he was felt as if he were preparing for a first date. He chose his outfit for the night very carefully, opting to compliment his lustrous silver hair with an equally-lustrous silver sleeveless vest. He also chose to wear a pair of black leather pants, and a simple pair of black combat boots. Given that he had to be able to be quick on the draw as a DJ, he couldn't afford to wear any restraining clothes; any moment wasted meant a moment of silence in the club and that simply would not do at Club Enigma. The afternoon light streamed through the windows high up on the walls, giving the entire room a dark-yet-bright look to it. A dance club without dancing always seemed empty, bare, and a bit dismal, but Riku was used to it. The club was his stage, and he loved to perform.

Speaking of performers, Riku suddenly noticed a slight jingle as another performer tentatively entered the hall.

"Sion?" Riku found himself smiling at the raver's presence. Sora was clad in a similar outfit from the night before, only tonight he chose to wear a sleeveless navy blue fishnet shirt, black baggy bondage pants with large red cargo pockets and what seemed to be a literal ton of metal chains attached to them. He also wore the same chunky black platform sneakers from the night before, and a few rainbow-colored bracelets. Adorned on his neck was a simple silver crown chain necklace.

"Hi, Riku," Sora timidly offered. "I'm kind of nervous… I never expected to be hired."

"Axel's a nice guy," the DJ replied as he strolled over to the raver. "Wow, you look amazing."

Sora blushed. "Thanks, you're not bad yourself."

"I uh…" Riku blushed. He was never this shy around someone before. "Well, listen, Axel told me we'd be partners now… I pitch, and you catch it, right? Just like in baseball." Sora nodded as Riku continued. "So, why don't you come up here to the booth and select some songs you like. This way you'll really feel the music."

"Alright," Sora responded as he allowed himself to be led over to Riku's stage.

"So, Sion, what music do you like?" Riku inquired as he tried not to lose himself in Sora's deep sapphire eyes.

"Oh, anything, really," Sora replied. "I can dance to anything, to be honest. So, whatever you choose is perfect for me. I'll catch all the balls you throw at me." The boy giggled at his own double-entendre.

"Si… Sion," Riku shuddered at the sheer suggestion. "Alright then, well, here's a list of what I plan to play tonight, though I sometimes change it up on the fly. Tell me what you think about it."

Sora leaned up and gently pecked Riku's cheek. "Anything you plan is perfect. I'm here to dance, not to fuss over details," he chuckled as he came back down to Earth, despite Riku suddenly zoning out into a moment of ecstasy. "I mean, do I look like the type of kid who really plans anything?"

"Nah," Riku smiled as he placed a hand over his cheek. "Sion, I… listen, I know it's kind of crazy and sudden, but could we go out some time? I didn't really get the chance to tell you last night what with all the commotion… but…" Riku fussed with his words for a moment as Sora's smile widened, already telling Riku the answer was 'yes.' "It's just that I've been watching you for a while, and I just want to know you. You're an amazing dancer, you have incredible taste in clothes, you're fucking hot, and I just want to know what else there is to you."

"I'd love to," Sora replied. "You're not the only one who's been admiring someone. The way you lord yourself over the crowd, pulling our strings… I can't say I don't enjoy it," he winked seductively as he continued his acceptance. "I'd like to get to know you better, too."

"Hey! Sion," Axel nearly shouted as he waltzed into the club room. "Glad to see you came… woah! Nice pants!" The owner strolled up to the boy and began ogling Sora in near-disbelief. "You never cease to amaze me with your style… you must be rich or something; I never see you wearing the same thing twice!"

"I just like looking good," the boy chuckled.

"You look very good," Axel said as he placed his arms around the youth, causing Riku to glare at his friend. "So, hey, you wanna do something fun later?" he winked as his hands slid down Sora's backside.

"Uhh…" Sora stammered out a squeak as Axel's wandering hands continued their path down his body..

"Hey, Sion, I'm sorry… you're just irresistible," the red-head smiled. Sora instantly blushed a deep shade of scarlet as Axel's hands continued to wander. "Listen, can you come into my office? I need to talk to you about some things." And with that, Axel waltzed away.

"Ri… Riku?" Sora arched an eyebrow at Riku, who only returned a glare.

"He's like that with every guy who comes to work here, Sion, I'm sorry," Riku replied. "Trust me, he's just a very hands-on boss. He's one of my oldest friends, so, don't worry about it."

"Alright, if you're sure," Sora replied as he turned to follow Axel. "I'll talk to you later, alright?"

"Yeah," Riku smiled as he watched the raver enter Axel's office before going back to work. He was going to kill Axel later on; first for groping Sion before he got to, and secondly for the favour he sprung up upon him that morning.

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"Now I remember where I recognized you from," Axel said abruptly as Sora closed the door and entered the office. The owner was laying back in his chair, his feet propped up on the desk. He continued to smirk. Apparently this was something the fiery club owner did quite often.

"Oh?" Sora replied nervously, uncertain of where this was going.

"Be honest with me, Sion," the redhead said as he motioned for Sora to take a seat. "I know a lot about the underground lifestyle here… ravers and clubbers looking for their latest fix, kids selling themselves for a few bucks so they can go get high, that sort of shit. Now you don't seem to be that stupid," Axel began as he brought his feet down to the floor and leaned in to the youth. "But, I have to wonder, and it kind of roots from the fact that I never see you wearing the same thing twice. And you've been coming here for at least three months. I know this because Riku's had his eye on you ever since." Sora blushed a light shade of scarlet at the thought; he had no idea Riku had admired him for so long. "I remember a kid who looked a bit like you from about… maybe six months ago. I saw him on a street corner all the time, constantly waving at cars and such, and always getting into random ones." Sora gulped nervously as Axel continued. "Now my question for you, Sion. Are you a hooker?"

Sora had no idea Axel was this perceptive. With a sigh, Sora began to explain. "I used to be one, but I got out of it a few months ago. I started coming here to kind of forget about that part of my life. It's something I regret, but at the time it was great… it was good money, and I was never alone. I was kicked out of my home a few years back, had some hard times, but now everything is fine."

"Why did you get kicked out?"

"My father hated me…" Sora slumped in his chair dejectedly. "He found out I was gay and threw me out, saying how I was worthless and all that shit."

Axel's eyes sparked a glimmer of sympathy for the youth before him. "So, if you're not a prostitute, what do you do now?"

"I live off of the money I made, and that's it," Sora replied.

"You made that much?"

"I was… you know… really good," Sora nervously explained.

"Is Sion your real name?" Axel inquired.

"Yes, it is," Sora stated solemnly.

"Can I see some ID? I need to see some anyway before I can officially hire you," Axel replied. Sora reached into one of his many pockets and withdrew a card for Axel to see. "I'm not judging you on your past, but as one of Riku's best friends, I'm looking out for his best interest." He examined the card and sure enough, it read Sion Barzahd and all of the other necessary information. "Alright, you check out." Sora breathed a sigh of relief as Axel passed him back the card. "We'll keep this all between you and me," Axel smiled, hoping Sora would be assured by the gesture. "Riku doesn't have to know. Just make him happy, alright?"

"He's a nice guy… I'll tell him the truth some day," Sora responded.

"In the meantime, I have a favour to ask of you," Axel grinned a mischievous grin.

"What's that?"

"I have a friend I'd like you to meet. I think you two have a lot in common," Axel smiled.

"You're not trying to… pimp me or anything?" Sora grew cautious. "That part of my life is over… I don't do that anymore."

"No, no, nothing like that," Axel laughed as he waved his hands dismissively. " Just someone who went through the same thing you did, and I think you could help him. Show him that there's someone who understands."

"Alright, I guess I could," Sora replied.

"Thanks a lot, Sion," Axel smirked. "And yeah, sorry about before… I just wanted to see Riku get a little jealous. I'm a professional, I swear," he winked as Sora rolled his eyes.

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Elsewhere at Riku's apartment a blond boy busied himself by tidying up the place. It was the least he could do for Axel's friend; after all, Axel needed a place for the boy to stay while the investigation continued. And so Riku's dishes were in the dishwasher, his laundry was being folded, and the bored blond was running out of things to do.

"This is so exciting," he mumbled sarcastically as he finally flopped onto the couch and flicked on the television only to see his own face plastered onto the screen. Emitting a sigh he shut the television off and rolled over to take a nap.

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The club was packed once more. After all, it was Saturday night. What better way to celebrate the weekend then right in the midst of it? Axel was working the crowd, Riku was entrancing them with his beats, and Sora was in the thick of it all captivating his audience with his astonishing moves. Once again he had become a walking neon rainbow, what with admirer after admirer attaching more and more glow sticks to his person. Occasionally he was groped (especially by one raver who absolutely insisted upon creating a glow stick harness for Sora), but he didn't mind; all in a day's work. People couldn't get enough of the kid, and Axel couldn't have been happier.

Sora's entrancement was interrupted for a moment as his earpiece came alive. A gruff voice mumbled into the raver's ear, telling him how good of a job he was doing, and that he'd better not screw up this assignment. Despite the crowd, Sora gulped nervously and kept his eyes trained on Axel.

A few things to note. First off, yes, Sora's outfit in the second half of the story is a raver-fied version of his KH2 outfit. I had to include it some how. Secondly, throughout the story Sora and Sion will come up... the two names are one and the same. I won't give away too much, but for now we'll just leave it at the following: 'Sion' is an alias Sora uses. Why he uses one, I can't spoil that just yet... I'll let your imaginations wander a bit. Also, yes, Sion's name was taken from the character from The Bouncer... another Tetsuya Nomura character.

I hope you all enjoyed this. This story evolved quite quickly over the past few days, and I now have a solid plot. I admit, some things happened when I didn't want them to... but I decided to re-think the plot just because I loved what I wrote so much. It is now something I am truly happy with, and the rest of the story is begging to be written already.

Reviews are shiny!